I had to sing this for me

Watch myself pilloried

Ugly, scruffy, no one

But then I guess that you knew

Nasty, bitter, enraged

A nice polite English way

Full circle, desensitised

I'm right back where I began



Hated, broken



The dead flowers reject

Sad glucoma in mist

Injustice wells up in me

We are shit and refuse



Hated, broken



It's what it's like to be hated

I am afflicted and ill

It's what it's like to be hated

I wrote this song for myself



We are shit and refuse to wallow in rejection

My will is shattered again

My leeches, parasite friends

No man's an island they said

I breathe my solitary air

Explain myself to noone

Beautiful sad solitude



Hated, broken



Learn to ignore all the slurs

You can get used to all things



Hated, broken



Piss in the face of the sick

Unjust vendetta's uncool

Unjust, unwanted, reject

Uninformed, understood

A silence, broken my will

Afflicted, shattered and sick

Popularity stakes

Overrated you said

Isolation can feel like a Utopian state

To be this liked is to be suffocated you said

Beauty, sadness, enraged of solitude can be bare

Disturbed, unwanted at birth

The fucking joke that we are

I've never had any friends

Could be a sweet suicide

A fucking homo in flesh

To weak to protest